Marvel: Tony Stark's Journey in the Omniverse

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After returning from my adventure in the Doom universe, I sat my parents down and explained everything that had happened. From fighting zombies to blowing up teleporters, to executing infected space marines, I gave them every detail. Their response? Concern.

Howard sighed, rubbing his temples. "Son… I think you need to talk to someone."

Maria nodded. "Tony, what you've been through—it's not normal. Killing like that, even if necessary, can take a toll on you."

So, they hired a very well-paid therapist to analyze my mental state. The guy droned on about trauma, dissociation, and how I was treating life-and-death situations like a game. Honestly, I couldn't disagree with him. I had turned survival into a checklist of objectives and loot. He gave me a long list of psychological exercises to try and "reconnect with my humanity," but I had a better idea.

I went to Shifu. Luo Feng listened intently before nodding sagely. "Bring the sword in your hand and turn it into the sword in your mind."

I frowned. "Uh, what?"

"You separate yourself from the act. You externalize it. That is dangerous. A true warrior does not run from what he has done; he acknowledges and accepts it." He tapped my chest. "You must internalize it. Make peace with it."

Sounded reasonable.

Meanwhile, we had finally moved all the families of my chosen scientific prodigies into our new facility. Some parents were relieved, others grateful. Victor Von Doom's mother, however, muttered something that sent a chill down my spine. "At least I don't have to make a deal with the devil now." Oh crap. In the comics, she literally made a deal with Mephisto. Had we just prevented that, or had we caught the demon's attention? I wasn't sure which was worse.

Regardless, our facility was complete. A massive research complex stocked with the best scientific instruments money (and my future knowledge) could buy. We named it the Fortress of Science—because Citadel of Science was already taken by the High Evolutionary. Damn it. Of course, I gave everyone NZT-48 and the booster shots. No one wanted to stop once they started, so I had basically ensured they'd stick with me for life. And they all signed NDAs that would ruin them forever if they ever spilled the beans. Over time, we worked and learned together. Eventually, they all started calling me "Big Brother," which honestly made me grin ear to ear. I love it when a plan comes together.

Dad and I focused on two major projects: making NZT permanent and getting the 24th Chromosome to work without causing an apocalypse. The Super Soldier Serum might be made public one day, but the 24th Chromosome? That would stay strictly internal. The last thing we needed was a global zombie/demon outbreak.

I had been making return trips to the Mars facility. My goal? Build an AI. Unfortunately, 1970s tech was trash compared to 2046 tech. So, I systematically looted every high-end computer spectrometer, centrifuge, microscope etc… I could find in the Doom universe and brought them back to Dad. We slowly began integrating the advancements, selectively releasing small parts of it to the public to dominate the tech sector while keeping the best for ourselves. Of course, some zombies and monsters were still lurking in the facility. So, I brought Shifu with me and let him cut loose. Watching him go wild? Terrifying. But he looked so happy, and that's what really mattered.

With my physical training progressing, it was time to focus on my mental abilities. So, I packed up and went to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Over time, I refined my psychic skills, learning to consciously read thoughts, project ideas into others' minds, launch controlled telekinetic blasts, push and throw objects with precision, and even manipulate people's perceptions like a Jedi. Unlike Xavier, I had no qualms about using my abilities to influence others. The classic Jedi mind trick? "These aren't the droids you're looking for"? Yeah, I could do that now. I was officially a fake Jedi Knight.